Angel sees this. He stops breathing.
He passes Cain coming back from laundry. CORRIGAN > Cain. You look good. Rest suits you. Cain stops. He doesn't speak. CORRIGAN (CONT'D) > I’m serious. No gray. You figured it out. The secret is: don’t need anything. CAIN > I need air. Cain walks past. Corrigan’s smile doesn’t falter, but his eyes go cold. CORRIGAN >(to himself) > That’s what I love about you, brother. The poetry. A heavy steel door slides open. CHAINS rattle. prison life script
Logline: A disillusioned former gang leader serving a life sentence must choose between protecting a new, innocent inmate and maintaining his fragile peace with the very system that broke him. Angel sees this